Wind Tamer Black Myth 소설 & 이야기

Her fingers hovered over a cluster of vials before plucking one out—a deep amber liquid swirled inside like smoke trapped in glass. She handed it to me. “Take half now. Half before you sleep. You’ll feel it working almost immediately.” I held the vial. It was warm in my hand. “What’s in it?” I asked. “Mandrake. Crushed opal root. Bloodleaf. And something older,” she said. “It won’t harm you. But it will sever the clarity between you and your wolf for a time. You’ll feel disconnected. Numb. Is that what you want?”

That tattoo proves it then, my beast is a gift and it was given to me because of this prophecy. 'Actually Tamara I have quite an explanation for that however far fetched it might seem. ' Ryker beckoned me to have a sit. 'Which is? ' 'An alliance between the goddess and your witch ancestors, to work together to help us defeat Addanc. ' That made a lot of sense but still brought up many questions.+ 'But why would the goddess wish to destroy a wizard? Anyway this whole thing doesn't matter right now. ' I sat beside him, leaning on the side of his shoulder.

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

“Then she proved to be very valuable indeed. The tape that little fucker made, Danny, Duke, something or other. It had my daughter on it, and he tried to blackmail me with the tape, threatened to expose my daughter to the town. I figured I could use it for myself. I don’t know, I found it, and made sure you didn’t get what you wanted, Eagle. You got everything. You got the club, the respect, but I got the one thing you always wanted. I got the woman, and I knew it killed you inside to know you’d failed and I had won.”

We aren’t many, we have no chance to take all of them down. I watch the Black Tiger lie down on the ground. This time he’s holding a sniper as he wants to take everyone down. He aims, checks the wind speed and the distance and adjusts accordingly. Then he pulls the trigger. I run toward the people who are still around the zone and help them leave safely. “Leave! Run!” I scream and push them down an empty street. “Run while you still can!”

In the end, only left the Sacred Human Warrior Elish and the Black Elf necromancer Aysha of the loving group of friends. After many twists of fate, all race of Black Elfs was near to destruction because of the decline of the sacred tree that protects Black Elf's race. In this world, there are four trees sacred at every cardinal point in the world, which tree defends a race. The people who the sacred trees protect are known as the peoples of the forests. Black Elfs, Beastmen, Elfs, and Fairies are the people from the forest with the tree from the Black Elfs in danger it was almost right that they would be eliminated from this world unless that a sacred item would reappear in the world and be

He could see that swirling winds were surrounding him which prohibited his black magic of self-destruction. Rhixar could only assume that the source of his current dilemma was the fanning motion of this bald immortal's hand. He was influencing the elements of the wind with only using physical strength. Rhixar was horrified. "What are you doing, fool!" Rhixar bellowed. He could not understand this foolish immortal ever since the moment they met. Even now, he would not even dream of trying to fathom what's inside its bald head. He was so close of attaining freedom but his release was blocked by this fool in the last second.

Time is wasted enough without having to add to this trivial problem. The wolf Elder Brahma growled again, this time sending command through mind to all the wolves at once to Linda. In a flash, the nine wolves and a vampire-woman were already running at inhuman speeds. The sky was completely dark as they cut through the silence of the forest. The smaller beasts quickly moved aside before the demon wolves passed them. A few minutes later Linda and the wolf group stopped the run at an opening that was wide enough. The wolf Elder Brahma roared, then growled several times and took a few steps back. The others followed.

"I am the landlord of this territory. And you are trespassing." "We do not recognize the laws of wolves," Vane replied. He raised a hand, and the lilies around him began to wither and turn black. A wave of "Unmaking Magic" rippled through the field, a frequency that targeted the very structure of Lyra’s shadow-magic. Lyra felt the obsidian blade in her hand flicker. Her wings felt heavy, the violet feathers losing their luster. This was the Black-Sun’s specialty—neutralizing the divine to make it mortal.

“He was sacrificed.” Taylor nodded slowly. “And whatever came back... it’s not done. Whatever is black is bringing out to others.” The wind shifted. A low mist crept across the ground again. The mist formed around us in a way that I did not like. I let out a warning growl, but Tayler seemed frightened.